Socialite Satire

Rather skeptical spectacle

Wouldn’t you say?

I’m a cool-headed

Sweltering hot

Winter day

Nothing special about me

Especially how

I fixate on the future

And live in the now

Just like everyone else

Play the hand I've been dealt

And I cheat only on

The true love I have felt

And expelled it from sight

No goodbye kiss

Goodnight

Just to spite myself

Loathing,

Have something to write

To relate to the rest

Of you awe-stricken

Critics,

Aesthetically-smitten,

Censorious cynics

Contestants in some sort of

Gimme more gimmicks

Olympics

And mimics of what talent’s

Really expressed

So obsessed

With the next

Biggest, best

And best-dressed

I digress,

Let it rest

Once again, who am I?

To be judging, begrudging,

Curmudgeonly so

Just one more

Unexceptional

Guy you don’t know